Hitting brick walls at every turn at the moment. The thing is, when you want to describe that certain wee soup shop tucked down that little lane, behind that tree, the one with the wonky branch, by the old woman with no teeth grilling pork, along the alley a bit, next the photocopier shop, at number 4A, behind the faded green door, but only on a Monday, before 10AM and not during full moon. When you want to describe THAT place, photos, blog posts and memories only take you so far. I need to get back to describe. Alors, I have taken an almost complete mental break from the book. I'm working on a proposal for a follow up tome while I also plan my (extensive) eating itinerary in Vina-land. In the meantime, I rather liked this post on a hole in the wall place in Seoul.
Photo taken in Cholon a while back.